Shy Guy - Curve 'Em lyrics

[Intro] Lookie, lookie, they looking at us What they want, what they really want? Who they tryna be? Tink G? Junglep**y? I don't even know why you bother [Verse 1: JUNGLEPUSSY] Them b**hes in the back but them b**hes stay frontin' It's nothing, let a b**h or n***a press my bu*tons Stuntin', looking good cause a b**h supposed to I go to all the poppin' places you don't know boo Money, getting money like bees get honey I'm dripping, them n***as horny, them n***as bore me Poppin', poppin', but never been corny b**h you know my name Junglep**y she can't be tamed Run around, stay away from lames, it's a shame how b**hes complain Mad at me cause they life mundane, like to party and get lusty Party and party til the party musty, cabaret home with a cutie, trust me End of the night, still got my muthaf**ing money [Hook] (What they want?) Stay the f** up out my lane ho Curving these b**hes like a muthaf**ing rainbow Riding through the same streets, you looking like the same ho I'm poppin', poppin', poppin', poppin' up at every angle [Verse 2: Tink] See I been poppin since papi was popping bottles in public Give your man them temptations as if his name David Ruffin He like my style and my aura, I like his cash and his change He give me head when I'm aching, that's like a heavy migraine These b**hes lighter than feathers, I change it up like the weather They say I'm sick with this rapping, so tell these rappers get better I wish these n***as stop wishing, they want my line like they fishing I bought these b**hes, they faking, it's like they all want auditions I probably count like thirty cameras when I'm in your city It's monkey-see and monkey-do when Junglep**y with me These hoes is followers and they don't need our Twitter names And I can't roll no strike cause all these goofy b**hes in my lane But I'm rolling the doobie and tryna get high so I never get tired Curving these b**hes, my money so straight that I never do irons I pull up and crash your party, call it a high hat Cause b**h we making that noise from BK way down to the Chiraq [HOOK] (What they want?) Stay the f** up out my lane ho Curving these b**hes like a muthaf**ing rainbow Riding through the same streets, you looking like the same ho I'm popping, popping, popping, popping up at every angle [Verse 3: JUNGLEPUSSY] Had b**hes p**y poppin' to my first single Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, call it Pringles Now why all the dudes I used to like wanna mingle? They see your girl looking like a flamingo (What the f**?) Oh, oh, sip the grigio slow on these hoes Let these n***as rub my back, let these b**hes kiss my toes I keep the haters in the cut along with frenemies and foes Keep that swisher, cancel that dutch, pull that fronto out my clutch Wa**up, wa**up? Wanna kick it with me, wanna party with me, wanna Polly with me? Tryna get in for free, just my b**hes and me we don't f** with nobody I do me but they study like a hobby Riding with my b**hes and you know I'm riding shotty Where the papis at, platanos con salami, wear panties So happy like Ashanti, looking like Naomi Bad b**hes at my shows, you f** n***as owe me See the top get lonely, I don't really give a f** muthaf**a come show me God please protect me from my hoes and my so-called homies And these whack b**hes wish they know me, any whack b**hes think they know me